#celeberate quirks

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Sunday Funday: Let’s Celebrate Your Quirks!

Happy Sunday, dear readers! 🌞Sundays are for relaxation, joy, and sharing fun stories. So today, I thought, why not chat about something we all have—quirks! You know, those little habits or traditions that make us laugh, scratch our heads, or wonder, “Why do I even do that?” Like my friend’s dad, who insists on peeling grapes before eating them. (Yes, you read that right. Peeling grapes.) Or my…

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Birthday for Rhys, Hy and Ant?

The first words to hit his ears as he awoke was, “Happy Birfday Papa!”  Greeted by a smiling face beside the bed, hands struggling to hold let alone hide the gift behind his back.  Rhys’s eyes crinkled slightly, but his lips were ever so faintly quirked. Lightly ruffling the smaller ones hair as he propped himself up before the gift was a little impatiently being jutted out towards him. “For you!”  Clearly not wrapped by Ant was the pumpkin coloured wrapping paper, neatly taped and folded over the mystery item inside.  A label was on top- his name, or rather nickname, messily scribbled on top with little swirls and happy faces decorating the paper.

Hy was at the doorway, watching quietly at the little scene. A hot coffee in one hand, and sipping at his own tea with the other. Another pair of arms hiding his own gift. “Aren’t you going to open it?” He prompted, Rhys’s gaze flicking up and back towards Ant. His brain still trying to wake up and process. He’d never..celeberated his birthday before now. In fact, he’d almost forgotten what day it was with how he’d ignored it..How on earth had he remembered?

His fingers gently accepted the package, fingers carefully tucking under a small slit to tear open the wrapping delicately. Almost holding his breath as he caught glimpses of the thing inside. A binder, with a sleek black cover. The title in cursive white simply read, ‘Memories.’ His brow creased curiously, taking it out from its paper confines and sliding his fingers down the front as he peeled it open.

On the front, protected by plastic was a picture of he, and Ant, passed out together on the couch. Underneath labeling it in familiar writing, ‘The two parts of my universe’ 

“I know you aren’t quite one for sentiment..but I did some digging, and we thought you might like this.”

As he nodded, he turned the page, this time, however- he could see himself, except he looked..different. It was only when he saw the hands resting on the bench- watching him read at the counter, that he realized what exactly Hy had done. Eyes following over the text, ‘You can look so peaceful..’  before moving to the next page. 

Ant’s small pink-red skinned hands were extended towards him, and yet again he seemed to look different- still him..but seen through the child's eyes. He looked important- safe if that was even a way to describe it.

Writing decorated the edge of the picture. ‘Papa doesn’t always say yes to hugs, but when he does they’re always the best!’ 

His gaze moved to Ant, and his throat felt uncharacteristically tight. Shutting the book for the time being and reaching for Ant. “I’ll look through the rest later...Thank you, Anthos.” He murmured as he gave the little one a squeeze- but his first pair of eyes were up at Hy, and they spoke volumes, glistening ever so faintly with tears.

“Happy birfday~.” He heard whispered sweetly in his ear, and this time.. he smiled.